Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2012 23:26:14 +0200
From: "an_elephant_in_love@hotmail.com"
Subject: "Gone Incestuous: My True First Times"
Gone incestuous: My True First Times
by Bobby Slaviansky
e-mail:an_elephant_in_love@hotmail.com
Sexual experiences between the age of 5 and 14 (True Stories)
I had nearly reached the age of 6. It was in the summer of 1981, when I
found my first sexual mate in the face of a 6 year old boy, whose granny
had rented a room for a summer vacation in our country house. My first
invitation was to offer him to show me his dick in exchange of showing him
mine. He readily agreed. It was the beginnig of a friendship that lasted
until his granny died of cancer three years later. His name was N. We kept
on seeking places where we can hide, drop our shorts and show our dicks,
and have them touch. We never really docked, but liked to peel the skin
down and have them touch. Unfortunately, he had a sister, ten years his
senior, who was a pest, and apparently, well knowing what we were trying to
hide, kept on finding us, and reporting us to their granny, or even
moralizing us both. Well, to her credit I must say, there was nothing able
to stop us from doing it again, as soon as she was finding something else
to do.
As luck would have striken it, this boy had a cousin of the same age of
his--J., who had similar inclinations. As soon as he was leaving when the
vacation ended, his cousin was coming, and after an exchange between the
two of them, all three of us knew what we will be looking for in the
future. The irony was, that he too, had a sister of similar age and
inclination, and we kept on getting caught with our pants/shorts down by
either of the two.
Many years later, I was a teen--around 17, when the first boy, N. came with
his parents--now a grown up, and sat quietly glancing in my direction from
time to time. Immediately, I understood that our childhood experiences have
been an essential part of his nature, indeed. Unfortunately, nothing
happened and I lost track of both cousins.
My grand-parents giving rooms for rent, allowed me to occasionally enjoy
some boys around my age, that were willing to explore under-pants
treasures. There was this boy--he was same age as I, who was adoped, and
whom I liked very much. He had light brown hair, and had very wild
imagination of his own, that enriched our experiences. We used to hide in
the restrooms of the house, or in the yard, and drop our shorts, so that we
could explore our dicks. Eventually, my granny turned into a most pesty
guard, started chasing us, and was doing her best to ruin the fun we were
trying to get. His name was G. He was liking the girl next door, and
eventually that brought the end of his vacations in our hose--she was a
reason for constant fights betwen the two of us.
Meanwhile, having encountered girls around my age, I was enjoyng similar
plays with them, most often the "Uncle Doctor" play. It was working
favorably, and I got to see their pussies, although not in detail, and even
to get touched by them. That too, was usually ending up with a granny, or
mummy finding us, and lecturing us on highest moral values. For some
reason, it never worked.
One of the girls--R. was my age, and I liked her a lot--she had
immagination, and despite her mother we were always somewhere
exchanging. The other one--H., was some three years my junior, but a
pleasant neighbour girl, whom I had playing with my dickie on
occasion. That naturaly leads to my turning eight, and discovering
masturbation.
It was in the spring of 1984, when out of boredom I was lying in my bed,
and was playing with my dick. I discovered, that if I peel the skin down (I
am uncut, naturally), and then cover the head up quickly, that brings me
thrills and increasing pleasure. I kept on playing with myself, and that
brought me my first dry orgasm. Needless to say, I found an excuse to spend
the day in bed, and that led to several more orgasms. I felt fantastic. I
needed to share.
That is how I found out that my then 9 years old cousin had found out that
sticking a pen up her pussy, brings her similar extasy, and we started
showing and enjoying our ways with each other. It was the beginning of a
relationship based on masturbation, that lasted until she flew the country
( it was a communist regime at the time, and her maternal grand-parents
were killed by that very same regime). I was 13 at the time. Her name was
Y.
At that time, I was nearly ten, I had a great accident that nearly killed
me, and for some reason, my sexual activities, if I could call that so,
were redused to an occasional wank. Then, at the age of 12, in a beatiful
day of June, when in a masturbating mood I started feeling something
building up, and ejaculated cum for the first time. I had already been
taught about it, and had some ideas of what it wascoming from my piss
slit. I was both most curious and exited, and did not waste time to first
smell and then taste it. I had grown hair too, and that made me feel
sexy. Eventually, I began to obseve my body for the natural changes. I felt
good. My cousin was visiting, and I had her lie opposite of me. We dropped
slightly our shorts, and started jerking off. My haunting granny appeared
in the most sublime moment.
Luckily, we were able to pull our shorts up as if nothing happened. She had
to leave, disappointed. We both came after that. Strangely enough, although
I had my encounters with my cousin and she was a distant one, it never
occured to us to kiss, and we were most cautious to never fuck either, for
fear of getting a babe.
When I was thirteen, I kissed my first girl. I was invited to a Mother's
friend's villa in the mountain, where she was spending the summer with her
then 10 years old daughter. I was feeling excited and filed with
positivism, and joy. Eventually, after running through the grass in their
garden, and playing with their lovely Spaniel, we ended up in the living
room, me on my knees, and she lying on a sofa. I asked her if she wants to
kiss. She said "Yes".I approached her, hardly holding my excitement,
thrilled by the fluids, and kissed her on the lips. We both laughed. Then I
asked if she wants to repeat, and she said: "Yes" again. We did it
again. Mother and I spent the night in their villa--I slept one of my
sweetest dreams that night, and in the morining, she had left with the
daughter, and I was left to leave eventually. Her mother walked me out
after I got up, and I returned home. Three months later, I decided to see
what was on the tapes Mother had hidden in her closet. It was
porn--straight porn, that being illegal at the time apparently, made her
keep it as a way to revolt against the rules. I ran through it, and was
driven to utter disgust by the first scene, where two lesbians were
enjoying themselves. I turned off, and was determined to never open it
again. Then, a few days later I wondered if there were any scenes with men
in them--I was most curious to see naked men. I had turned 14.
Eventually, I found out that there was more than the lesbians on that tape,
and started enjoying all naked males there, although seemingly
straight. Then, I ran on a scene, where the man was fingered by his female
partner, who was sticking a finger up his anus, an act that apparently was
pleasing him, for soon he erupted in her mouth and on her face. For the
first time I had the curiosity to try anal stimulation. And I did.
It was some time after my 14th birthday that, remembering my cousin and her
pen stimulation, I decided to give it a try, and see how come that the man
was having such pleasure, being fingered. I somehow knew, to use spit and
lubricate the pen--it was a special one--thicker than the regular size,
thus chosen by me to probe.
I was not thrilled at all after I did it--it did not bring the expected
pleasure, and it pulled a pice of shit on top of it, in the end. I called
it off, in total disappointment. It was some two moths later, that I
decided to share my porn experiences with a childhood friend of mine, who
had just turned 12 a month earlier. We had talked, and he had confessed
that he had tried masturbation, and liked it. I decided to find a mate for
masturbation in him, and invited him over one night, the folks being
out. Lured by the idea of watching porn, and getting naughty, he came
quickly.
We started watching, and he told me that he does not have cum yet. I told
him that I do have, and offered to show him. He accepted. Next thing
happening was, that I was having my pants droped to my ankles, while he was
strugguling with his extra-tight jeans. I helped him pull his cock out, and
started playing with his, then with mine.
Seeing him masturbate, I got the feeling he was not exploring his abilities
well, so I started showing him how to do it properly, so that he could get
the maximum pleasure out of it. He was surprised. He must have cum without
realising it. He had reddish hair around his balls and cock a little. And
had a lovely little cock to play with. Beeing older, and bigger made him
keep on wondering if his will ever grow up" as big as mine". I reasured him
that it will.
Watching his small white and juicy buns, meaty and beautifully curved made
me jack off furiously and cum over a handkerchief--he put a finger, touched
it and smelled it--I said that this was cum. I did not get to get closer
and fuck him though--his mother, told about the experience, was keeping a
close eye on us, and although we kept on meeting, we never got to repeat
the experience. Eventually, I got other friends, and he got his own crowd
to hang out with, and we stopped seeing each other almost at all. His name
was S.
The End